Couple after couple parked their minivans and walked into the Cerrito Speakeasy carrying an infant in a car seat. It was Baby Brigade night. I walked in with a two-pint glass of Eye of the Hawk.

Being way past my infant-toting days, I felt smug. I also feared the theater would be louder than a circumcision factory.

But being a guy (with a two-pinter, and these may have been British pints), I did what guys do best. I tuned out the babies. “Religulous” was provocative, but I probably could have tuned out the bawling, gurgling and farting even if a silent movie had been playing.

Women lack this talent. I know because I asked, “Do you find the babies distracting?” The response: “I want to hold one. I want to have another.” Yeah, right.

I did turn away from the screen. Once. When my pizza arrived.

Baby Brigade at the Cerrito Speakeasy in El Cerrito is Tuesday nights. The Parkway Speakeasy in Oakland is baby-free.

Am I right? Is this tuning out a guy thing? And what tuning-out successes are you most proud of?